Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.